A Single Rose (A Poem)

A single rose sat on a table
Sitting in a crystal vase of silver water
A woman stared at the rose
And wept at its beauty

A single rose sat on a table
Stolen from a forbidden garden
A man stared at the Rose
And waited for his pay

“A single rose you stole,
From a garden lost in winter,”
A woman said through tears
As she wept for the life lost

“A single rose I stole,
From a garden lost in winter;
A single rose I stole,
To prove my love for you.”

The petals of the rose shivered
Shivered under his cool words
Such pretty lies he strung together
Pretty words on a thread of silver

He lied to the woman who wept
Wept softly over the single rose
And her life drained away
Into the petals of the single rose

The man turned away from her
Closing eyes that held no light
The Man left the woman
The woman who wept

Days, weeks, months, years
They whispered by the woman
The woman who wilted and dried
As the single rose bloomed and blossomed

As those years slipped away
The woman’s silver tears
Turned bloody and red
As she went blind from those tears

Then one day the man returned
And looked upon the woman
The delicate woman who wept
And took the single rose


The man took that single rose
And gazed upon with his black eyes
Taking the life that the single rose had taken
Taken from a woman who wept

Then he put the rose back in its vase
And there it sat, dying and wilting
Wilting slowly before a woman
A woman who wept with blood

A single rose sat on a table
Sitting in a crystal vase of silver water
A woman stared at the rose
And wept at its beauty

Mom on Ball Games

Mom didn’t like ball games as a child. She and I were on the way back home from the grocery store –because of massive construction we went to the one in the Valley- and she and I were talking about ball games.

She told me that ball games had always confused her; first of all when you got the ball you were told to share the ball, you throw it to some people and hope they throw it back and then you throw it back to them!

She said that she would just get the ball and run; “It’s my ball! You can’t have it!”

I told her that she was a lot like Gollum from Lord of the Rings… she didn’t deny it.

Then she talked about the rules of ball games one that came up was soccer; you get the ball and you have to kick it to other people and you can’t touch it with your hands but you could hit it with your head.

Poor mom was very confused as a child.

One thing you have to understand about my mom is that she’s a villain in a spoof; I’m sure of it. Her theme song is the Attacking Monkeys Song from wizard of Oz. She needs a big cane to thwack people on the head with and yell at them, “NO! DO IT AGAIN!!! AND AGAIN!”

No wonder I’m such a weirdo… my mom is a Mad Scientist… she even looks the part.

I pity my children. She was my mom but she’s going to be their Grandma... poor things.

Movies and Thoughts

Today is the first day I haven’t been coughing hard enough to bring up blood along with whatever virus had made its home in my chest… not that my sickness is any excuse for not writing… I haven’t felt the urge to write here, or in my journal.

Today however, I do feel like writing and I want to write a movie review for two movies I saw this weekend.

The first I saw earlier this evening; Good Night, and Good Luck was a positively wonderful movie that I highly recommend to anyone and everyone most fervently

David Strathairn absolutely shines as Edward R. Murrow and George Cloony should be applauded for taking up a subject that has frightening similarities to this day and age.

The movie is about Edward Murrow’s campaign against censorship and his fight against Senator Joseph McCarthy, who was accusing everyone and their mother of being a communist or a communist sympathizer.

Nothing but dialogue this movie really isn’t for people with short attention spans but it a movie for those whose brains haven’t been rotted away with the crud that’s being spoon fed to us by the media today.

The next movie was V for Vendetta and was, in my humble opinion the best movie of 2006 so far. I know the year has just started but I have a feeling that my opinion won’t change as the month continue and the year progresses. I could be wrong though.

Set against the futuristic landscape of dictatorial Britain, V For Vendetta tells the story of a mild-mannered young woman named Evey (Natalie Portman) who is rescued from a few government runners called finger men by a masked vigilante known as “V”.

Charismatic and skilled in the art of combat and deception, V shakes the public out of their perpetual ennui by blowing up a landmark and takes over the new station, urging his fellow citizens to rise up against tyranny and oppression.

As the story progresses Evey grows as a person and discovers she no longer fears death after learning about a young woman who was in a kind of concentration camp and being tortured for information.

I wouldn’t dream about ruining the ending so all I will say is; see it at least once in the following year.

Something occurred to me as I wrote that last statement, I almost used the words ‘see it once before you die’ but that would be silly; basing your life of things to do, see, try before you die is no way to live.

If you have a list of things you was to do before your clock expires then you always have said list hanging over your head as well as the threat that if you don’t do all these things you’ll somehow not be a whole person.

Instead of making a list of things to do before I die I would rather live every day to the fullest, whether I’m seeing a glorious sunset or simply enjoying a good book I want to enjoy what I have instead of bemoaning the fact that I haven’t seen the pyramids or walked under the cherry trees of Japan.

Enjoy your days and don’t let any of them go wasted.

Sorry for that bit of philosophical vomit but it would have bothered me until I wrote it down somewhere and got it off my chest.

Now I’ve posted and I have no more to say. Goodnight and sleep well.